User blog comment:Thornclaw Braveheart/The Curse of the Black Shadow/@comment-3474228-20120111034214

The wolf's eyes open slowly, the gloomy mist swirling around him. He gets up and arches his back to its fullest extent, until he is standing up fully straight, a true monster to behold. A somewhat sharp tongue extends from his is mouth, which is permanently curved into a gruesome grin, and glides over his massive bloodstained fangs. He picks up companion trident and begins trudging towards the great red castle. Today would be the day when he would taste the blood of both woodlander and vermin alike.